“It’s slipping!” Neil shouted.
The rope was pulling me forward. It was hard to hold on.
Finally, the girls pulled us over the line. Everybody was falling all over everybody else. We had mud all over us. It was gross.
“Camp Botshagotta wins Game One!” shouted Uncle Ahdoanwanna. The girls went crazy, yelling and screaming their heads off.
“GIRLS RULE! BOYS DROOL!” they chanted.
Okay, so they won Game 1. That only made us more determined to beat them. Game 2 was Hula-Hooping. The counselors passed out twenty Hula-Hoops randomly, ten to the girls and ten to the boys. Whichever team had the last hula hooper who was still hula-hooping would be the winner.
“Oh, we got this!” shouted one of the girls from Camp Botshagotta.
The only boy in my bunk to get a Hula-Hoop was Candyman, so all we could do was cheer him on.
“On your mark! Get set!” shouted Uncle Ahdoanwanna. “Hula!”
All twenty kids started hula-hooping. A few of them didn’t know how to do it, and their hoops dropped to the ground right away. But most of the kids were pretty good.
One by one, the hoops dropped to the ground. Finally, it was down to two kids, Candyman and a girl from Camp Botshagotta. They must have hula-hooped for ten minutes. You could tell they were both really tired.
And then, the girl looked like she was going to pass out. She dropped her hoop.
“Camp Ahdoanwanna wins Game Two!” shouted Uncle Ahdoanwanna.
“Go, Candyman!” I shouted. We all high-fived Candyman. He told us he is training to be a professional hula hooper when he grows up. That guy is weird.
Now it was tied at one game each.
The Color War went on all day, except for a break for lunch. We won Game 3, which was Capture the Flag. Camp Botshagotta won Game 4—Squirt Blaster Battle. They also won Game 5—Relay Races. But we won Game 6—the Smelliest Shoe Contest.
It was all tied up again. Camp Ahdoanwanna had won three games, and Camp Botshagotta had won three games.
“This is it,” announced Uncle Ahdoanwanna. “Game Seven is for all the marbles!”
Huh? What do marbles have to do with anything?
“Game Seven is the Bed Race,” hollered Uncle Ahdoanwanna. “Each camp has to pick up a bed with one camper on it and carry it fifty yards. One bunk from each side will represent their camp. For Camp Botshagotta, it will be the Flowers. For Camp Ahdoanwanna, it will be the Owls.”
“HOOT, HOOT, HOOT!” we chanted. “WE DON’T GIVE A HOOT!”
“We are definitely going to crush them this time!” said Michael.
Some counselors carried two beds out to the middle of the field. They set up a finish line fifty yards away. The Owls ran over to one bed, and a bunk of girls from Camp Botshagotta ran over to the other one. Neil is the lightest guy in our bunk, so we decided he should ride our bed.
“On your mark! Get set!” shouted Uncle Ahdoanwanna. “Oh, one more thing. Before you race, you have to make your bed.”
WHAT?! I don’t know how to make a bed.
“Do you know how to make a bed?” I whispered to Ryan.
“I’ve never made a bed in my life,” he replied.
“Me neither,” said Neil and Candyman.
“My mom always tells me to make my bed,” said Michael. “But I never did it.”
The counselors brought over a bunch of sheets, pillows, pillowcases, and blankets.
“On your mark! Get set! Go!” shouted Uncle Ahdoanwanna. “Make your bed!”
We ran around our bed, grabbing at the sheet and trying to put it over the mattress, but the corners kept slipping off. While we were doing that, Ryan struggled to put the pillowcases on the pillows. Neil tried to put the blanket on the bed, but we weren’t finished putting on the sheet yet.
I looked over at the girls. They made their bed in about five seconds. One of them hopped on top, and the others picked up their bed.
“Hurry up!” I shouted at the guys.
The girls were halfway to the finish line when we finally got our bed made. It was pretty messy, but it was made. Neil hopped on, and the rest of us picked up the bed.
“Go! Go! Go!” Neil shouted.
We went as fast as we could, but the bed was really heavy and the girls had a big head start. It looked like we were catching up, but they crossed the finish line a few feet ahead of us.
“Camp Botshagotta wins Game Seven, and the Color War!” shouted Uncle Ahdoanwanna.
